I’m sure that I have ranted at least once or twice about how my kids don’t care about getting to school on time. It’s a daily struggle to get them up in the morning and get them out the door on time. Even though life has changed some since I have become unemployed, that fact is still true. Mornings in our house are very stressful.
Even more so, when I have a substitute teaching job that I need to get to on time. I’ve had a few times that I was in a rush to get to work on time, because my kids did not want to get up for school. As I was zooming to work, with my hands gripping the steering wheel so hard my knuckles were white, I had flashbacks of my old working life.
I thought to myself, “Oh yeah, I remember this hyperventilating feeling. This is the way I felt every morning, Monday-Friday, when I had a full-time job. Boy, I don’t miss that.” No wonder why I was always so stressed out and why I would get to work feeling exhausted. My adrenaline levels were always at the highest point in the mornings and when I would finally sit down at my desk at work, I would collapse into a pile of unproductive jello. Then I would spend the entire day, pumping myself with caffeine and sugar, in hopes to get some energy to make it through the day. God, I do NOT miss those days.
However, those days are about to start-up again, since I am getting more and more substitute teaching jobs. Which makes me a little scared and pissed off, to tell you the truth. I have an opportunity to substitute teach at a school in October for 3 weeks. This is big, because it will be for the same 5th grade class, so I will actually be able to see if I enjoy teaching on a daily basis. However, the job will require me to be there by 7:30am every morning. Which means my kids will need to get their rears out of bed in the morning and get to school by 7:00am. Considering the fact that they are normally slipping through the school door at 7:59am every morning does not give me a warm and fuzzy feeling about this.
However, I have a choice to make. I can either turn down this sub job, because it will be too inconvenient for my kids or I can take the job and make my kids grow up and take more responsibility. I had to think it over a bit, but I decided it’s time for my kids to grow up a bit. So how do you do that? Well, my big sister gave me a great idea and I put it into play the other day. Wait until you see what I did.